This is a song about "Left"

Friend after friend left me

All i want is you baby

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

His ego left bloated

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Never to the left i go

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

That was good shit, is there any left

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Half your body laying on my chest

Take away what ever's left